Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.